Oh, she’s mine.
I close the last few steps and finally catch her, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her against me.
She laughs into my chest; she’s shaking from the cold and the run.
She drops to her knees, still pressed close to me gasping for breath, black hair falling wildly around her face.
I look down at her, and she’s grinning up at me, her cheeks flushed, lips parted.
I undo my belt, unzipping my pants and my engorged cock springs out.
She gasps. And looks up at me.
I grab the back of her head, her mouth eagerly opens, inviting me in. And I take the invitation. I slide my rock-hard meat into her welcoming mouth. Her lips wrap around the base of me, taking me whole in an instant.
A groan leaves my lips as I move her head up and down the length of me. Her eyes water at each thrust. She grips the back of my legs as I move faster, slamming my cock into her throat.
She never breaks eye contact even as she gags, taking all of me. God. She feels so good. The pressure builds as my pleasure climbs. I grip the back of her head tighter. She whimpers as I thrust harder, faster.
Every nerve screams, it’s overwhelming and consuming. My muscles tense as pleasure crashes over me, my chest hammers, my breath comes fast and uneven.
I hold her head still as I release my load down her open throat. Filling every bit of space inside her mouth until its overflowing from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin.
“That’s it, take it all,” I rasp in a voice that doesn’t belong to me.
“Now swallow.”
I feel her gulp, swallowing every drop of cum I emptied into her mouth.
Reluctantly, I pull my cock from her mouth, and she licks her lips, removing the cum coating the corners of her mouth in one sweep of her tongue.
“Good girl.”
OPAL
He bends down and effortlessly lifts me; I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me through the forest. His heat seeps into me and I melt into it, chasing away the cold.
Finally, he sets me down next to the massive stump. I glance at it and back to him, heart hammering.
He lifts a gloved hand and points a finger to the stump.
“You… still want me to bend over?” I ask, my voice low and breathless.
He nods, silent and commanding.
“But you just… how can you go again?”
He points again to the stump, fingers already unzipping his pants.
I take a deep breath, obeying his command and I lean over the stump, feeling the knot in my stomach coil tighter.
He steps closer and pushes the tiny bit of skirt past my hips. He hooks his fingers around the sides of my drenched black lace panties and pulls them down to my knees.
He removes a glove and places it on my back. A low moan rumbles from him as he glides his finger over my soaking wet center.
I take a shaky breath, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter.
He drops to his knees, trailing his lips along the inside of my thighs. His fingers nudge the inside of my knee—a silent command to spread them.
